Steve tried to put up some sort of brave face whenever Anna had an… episode. He clenched his fists as she shook on the medical bed, her face changing from wide pain filled eyes to contorted agonizing expressions. Years later he'd eventually ask her what these 'Serum Attacks' felt like.
"It feels like I'm on fire, but with thousands of little needles poking into me. I can breathe just barely, but never ever a full enough breath... It's just… awful."
Whenever an attack ended she usually liked to sleep, for as much as a whole day depending on the severity of an attack. He watched Anna's 5 year old chest rise and fall with each breath, feeling thankful for every single one. The breathing mask securely fashioned onto her face. He was amazed that the small cup of plastic kept her breathing everyday.
She was sound asleep now, nothing to bother her. It surprised him how such a small child could feel so much pain, then be fine almost immediately afterword.
"Steve?" Natasha placed a hand on his shoulder, he hadn't noticed her come in. "Hey, she's going to be alright-"
"Alright? You call this alright?" He marched into the hall, Natasha following behind him. "Being 'healthy' again only for her to just have another attack she may or may not get through."
"Steve…" Natasha placed a hand to his cheek, a glisten of a tear welled up in the corner of one of her eyes. She blinked it away. Steve wrapped his arms around Natahsa. "We're going to figure this out. We did when I got pregnant, when I had her. We figure it out. We always do." She whispered into his ear.
"We always do…" He kissed her softly still holding her close to him.
"Daddy? Mama?" A young girl's croaking and gravelly voice called out. Steve smiled; he knew what he always did. That they'd figure it out.
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